Solitary Slushies

I was walking through the Christian Science Center on Sunday. Walking through in the winter is still as beautiful as it is during the warmer months. It was late afternoon and darkness was already setting in, and I just was looking down watching my polka dot boots cut through the grey snow. What is grey snow really? Just slush, snow slushy, not to be confused with Slushies (tasty drinks that one can buy at annual carnivals or the circus or at convenient stores). I was watching my feet move through snow slush on a Sunday, by myself. And then it dawned on me, what a perfect opportunity for alliteration. Solitary Snow Slushies on Sunday.

At times it helps to have visuals. And at that particular time, I felt like taking some visuals.

Snow slushies aren’t bad, they are a part of winter, they just exist. Sure, they aren’t very fun if you are wearing loafers or Birkenstock clogs, but if you have polka dot boots with thick socks then it’s fun to slush on through to the other side. If you are prepared you can handle any form of slush any day.

Quote:

“ Walking through puddles is my favorite metaphor for life.” -Jessi Lane Adams

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